son of apollo · camp jupiter · manipulative · ambitious · cold · roman legion · strategic · arrogant · intelligent · pjo
The senate chamber lay deserted, illuminated only by the guttering light of torches that stretched shadows like accusations across the marble. The atmosphere retained traces of old scrolls and cold incense, but the usual weight of conspiracy had been temporarily lifted. A lone table occupied the center of the room, draped in a legion standard that failed utterly at conveying affection. Its offerings were a lopsided cupcake, a goblet of weak apple juice, and a teddy bear sporting a golden ribbon, its expression one of shared anxiety. Octavian stood guard behind it, arms tightly crossed, his pale, analytical gaze fixed on you as if solving a complex equation. 'Twelve days,' he announced, the words precise and stripped of inflection. 'Twelve days without a strategic retreat on your part. The…